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Agatha could always count on Jen’s annual friendsgiving to provide great food, moderately expensive wine, and copious amounts of gossip that she normally didn’t indulge herself in, but made sure to innocently overhear anyways - for blackmail purposes of course. Though they were a group of headstrong women, passionate about their own opinions, there was hardly ever an animosity towards one another. There was respect and love and admiration from all parties. They surprisingly got along really, really well. So needless to say, these parties tended to go off smoothly without a hitch.
And then Rio and Agatha ended their five year long relationship and the water got a little murky from there. It was almost an amicable split. Rio needed to go abroad for a year for her studies and Agatha felt like she was holding her back from being able to do so fully. Long distance wasn’t really their thing and they’d both be lying to themselves if they said they’d be okay with doing such a thing. Between work and classes and trying to have a life, they couldn’t be what each-other needed in that way. So instead of Rio staying home and regretting what could have been if she’d just gone on that trip, Agatha gave her no option to stay. They’d fought that night until their lungs burned and their eyes stung from the tears, but it wasn’t enough to change anything. Agatha had made up her mind and there was no changing it.
So Agatha left them behind and Rio went on the trip, came back, and that was the last she’d heard from her. Agatha assumed Rio had found a new life for herself and she told herself she was okay with that as long as it meant Rio was happy. Agatha would always be above begging and she definitely wouldn’t ask someone to stay who didn’t want to stay. Even if her heart ached everyday with regret and the feeling of Rio’s touch returned to her every night in her dreams leaving a phantom burn over her body when she woke, she could still push forward.
The memories and the dreams could be enough.
When it came to their friends, thankfully sides weren’t chosen and a group split was never necessary no matter how much Agatha picked and pried to get her friends to pit themselves against Rio. They’d ask what happened, but they’d never get a straight answer, so eventually they just stopped. The group didn’t buy into either of their ploys to reign as the better person and stayed headstrong in their own ways to keep their group together in every possible way. Even if that meant never having the full group together at times and always having either Rio or Agatha in their presence. Never both.
Jen lasted just one friendsgiving without Agatha before she lashed out at both Rio and Agatha and demanded they put their past aside to give their family one day out of the year to just have everything be civil.
Just paste that fake smile on your face you do so well and woman the fuck up, Agatha. Jen had said in a particularly curt tone that she had always reserved just for Agatha. She always came across cold and callused, but it was undetectably warm under the surface because whether they both admitted it or not, they did care for one another.
So that’s what Agatha reminds herself just as she pulls into Jen’s car-loaded driveway. The two story home in the cul de sac of the quaint neighborhood certainly blends in with the rest of the HOA banded homes, but Agatha can see the intricately decorated interior through the expansive opened windows. She can see her friends huddled around the enormous Christmas tree on display and she notes to herself that she has definitely missed them more than she’s let on to anyone - including herself.
With a deep breath and a shaky fist, she raises her hand to knock on the thick wooden door. She swallows thickly, rocking back and forth on her heels as the door is thrust open in front of her and she is greeted with a bright smile from Jen and a wave from her half empty glass of wine, sending it sloshing about in her grasp. A bit had splashed to the floor and landed on her shoes, but it didn’t bother Agatha as much as she thought it would - as much as it normally would. Not when just over Jen’s shoulder, she could see the expansive skin of Rio’s tan leg striding out of the slit of her deep green dress, her perfectly pedicured toes tucked into black stilettos.
When Agatha had decided to throw on an oxford button up and tucked it neatly into her black trousers perfectly hemmed in all the right spots, she told herself she was being modest. She really was. But Rio seemed to be thinking about anything but modesty when she’d chosen the lowest neckline she could get away with. Agatha’s mouth went dry at the sight.
“Where is the booze” Agatha asks, tearing her eyes away from her ex before she does something stupid like drop to her knees and beg for Rio to jam that stiletto into her chest until Agatha’s pleaded her “sorry’s” enough for Rio to let her have her way with her.
Because that would totally be a stupid idea.
“Of course that’s what you came for,” Jen scoffs, turning to lead the brunette into the kitchen where a display of assorted wines had already been cracked into quite heavily.
Agatha notices the cheapest bottles are nearly empty and she laughs to herself because these ladies wouldn’t know a good wine if it were blatantly written on the label of the glass. She helps herself to one of the bottles in the back and pours herself a hearty serving.
“Trying to forget something,” Jen asks curiously.
“More like someone,” Agatha retorts.
Jen smiles softly, “I know, but thank you for coming, Agatha. It means a lot to us. Especially Billy. He hasn’t stopped smiling since he found out you’d be here.”
“Where is that miscreant anyways?”
And as if he’d been conjured, he saunters into the kitchen with a bright smile on his face and a pink tinge to his cheeks. He’s wearing a red sweater and Agatha notes this is the first time she’s seen anything besides black on his frail little body.
“Agatha!”
“Teen…”
He stumbles over into her arms and despite her feigning mock protest, she wraps her arms around him, pulls him tightly into her chest and lets the weight leave her shoulders. They catch up on the mundane stuff. Billy’s got a new boyfriend and he’s strong and handsome and everything Billy wants in a guy. His parents have been great and he’s doing better since finding out he’s adopted. School still sucks and he’s got a C in math, but an A in art so he’s convinced that balances out. Agatha is halfway to agreeing with him when his eyes suddenly fly wide open and he quickly reaches out to wrap his hand around her wrist, yanking her towards him as he pulls her down the hall.
“Ow! What the fuck-”
“Agatha,” Billy whisper-yells, “I need to tell you something.”
“And you couldn’t tell me in there?!”
“No,” Billy retorts as Agatha peels his hand from her wrist.
“Well are you going to spit it out?”
“Rio came with someone.”
The silence that follows is thick and heavy. Billy’s holding his breath and Agatha’s holding her tongue. Both of them holding space for the inevitable crash out nearing its precipice once Agatha actually digests his words. There’s a flicker in her eyes. A beat passes. And then a smile curls into Agatha’s lips, “Good for her.”
Billy’s eyes roll, “You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” Agatha takes a convincingly unbothered sip of her wine.
“Please, I can feel the heat of your seething anger from here…” Billy goes to laugh, but it gets caught in his throat after he notices Agatha’s intense glare. “Okay message received.”
No, Agatha Harkness does not care that Rio came with someone. She doesn’t care that when she re-enters the kitchen, the said person is a masculine, short haired blonde woman who definitely doesn’t look sexy in a button up shirt - a loose tie around her neck. Agatha’s hand definitely doesn’t tighten around her glass when the woman snakes a hand around Rio’s waist and pulls the tall woman closer.
Not at all.
Agatha avoids Rio’s dark eyes pointing at her and options to find the floor a tad more interesting instead. By definition, she’s jealous, but Agatha’s never been good at defining anything so she tells herself she's only slightly uncomfortable. She’s in the middle of fantasizing all the ways she can dig a hole and bury herself in it when she hears her name being called.
“What,” she asks, finding six sets of eyes locked onto her but only one set burns more than the rest.
“Lila asked how work has been,” Jen says with a hint of amusement in her tone - a knowing twinkle in her eyes.
Agatha swallows, “Same old. I’ve got a cold case on my desk now that’ll hopefully give me a promotion if I can solve it.”
“When you solve it,” Billy corrects her.
“That’s right teen,” Agatha winks at him. “Only thing holding me back now is that dick of a detective - what’s her name - Natasha Romanoff. She’s working with me on the case, but I'd say she’s more than likely competing with me for the glory.”
“Oh, I know her,” the masculine blonde - Abby Agatha learns - speaks and Agatha’s starts to regret ever opening her mouth in the first place. “We used to run in the same circles.”
“Oh! Did ya,” Agatha’s voice drips with familiar sarcasm as she crosses her arms against her chest. Billy chuckles under his breath while Jen takes a hearty sip of her wine. And then Rio opens her mouth to speak for the first time all night. Agatha pretends like the sound of it doesn’t make her knees wobbly.
“Yes they did,” Rio’s voice is coy, raspy even. “Abby used to do some PI work in Eastview and Nat was in the same unit for some time. I actually met her a few weeks ago when Abby had her reunion with her graduating squad. Isn’t that right, babe?”
Agatha hums, her lips tight together. Whatever anyone says next falls on deaf ears as Agatha’s thoughts roar loudly inside her head. It’s no one’s fault but her own for the way that things ended up between them. She could’ve stayed and worked things out. She could’ve done a lot of things differently because Rio was the kind of woman you moved mountains for just because she asked you nicely. A lot of things didn’t make sense back then. Agatha's judgement was clouded and she was struck with the fear and abandonment that she’d caused herself before it could be done to her. Her classic defense mechanism.
But now… Now everything and nothing makes sense.
Rio looks devine. That makes sense. Rio having a partner that isn’t Agatha Harkness. That’s not even a remote possibility in Agatha’s head. It burns at her chest, turns her stomach inside out and claws at her eyes. The way Abby’s hands rest in the spot that only Agatha’s had claimed for so long is mortifying. Agatha briefly wonders what else Abby had begun to claim before she feels sick.
“Alright, who’s hungry?”
Agatha is far from it, but she smiles nonetheless and fixes a plate with the smallest portions she can get away with and takes a seat next to Billy because she wants to. Not because it’s the furthest seat from Rio.
“Are you okay,” Billy whispers next to her.
“Just peachy,” Agatha says as she forcefully digs her fork into her mashed potatoes. Billy eyes the action suspiciously. “In fact, I think this is the best I’ve felt in a long time. Might have to write about it in my diary later.”
Billy scoffs, “Okay Agatha. I know you’re upset, but look at the bright side-”
“-There’s a bright side?!-”
“-She’s clearly instigating you.”
Agatha’s brow furrows, “What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on,” Billy sighs. “You’re not that dense. You really think she’d bring a date here - to friendsgiving - and flaunt her around like she’s the best thing since sliced bread just for fun? She’s doing it to get a rise out of you and you’re falling for it.”
Agatha peers down to the other end of the table where the “couple” sits. Their hands are intertwined on full display on top of the table as their free hands work their forks. It’s clearly not the most useful position to eat their food in, but it’s definitely making a statement.
“And if that’s true, what does it matter anyways,” Agatha asks, her eyes never leaving the locked set of hands. “I’m not begging for anything. If she wants to be petty, that’s her game. She can play it alone.”
“No one is asking you to,” Billy responds, leaning a bit closer to the woman next to him to whisper softly. “But I don’t think it would hurt to play along just a bit. Just be nice and show her you’re not as bothered as you actually are.”
Agatha hums in response, her mind traveling to a place she’d not long visited. What if she did tap into whatever game these two conjured up? Maybe she could stir up some trouble and gain the upper hand because Rio knowing she’s getting over on Agatha is enough to fuel Agatha’s fire. So be it. She’d play just this once.
“So Rio,” Agatha chimes into whatever conversation they’d been sharing. “How long have you two been together?”
Rio looks up from her plate, her eyes finding Agatha’s like muscle memory, “Uhh, officially just a few months. We’d kept things casual a bit before that.”
“That’s nice,” Agatha responds. “Did you meet while you were abroad?”
There’s a brief silence.
“No, just a few weeks after I came back.”
The nervous glances shared between their friends goes unnoticed by the two of them. Neither of them worried about anyone but the other woman. The tension is thick, suffocating. Jen briefly regrets telling Agatha to mend things, but she decides that maybe this isn’t a bad thing. Billy just looks like he’s soaking everything in wholeheartedly.
“That’s great. It’s so nice you’ve found each other. I know it can be hard to adjust when you’ve been away for so long, so I’m sure she helped you ease right back in,” Agatha smiles forcefully, but if Rio notices, she doesn’t act like it.
“Yeah she did actually,” Rio doesn’t miss a beat. “She’s been the best. Quite literally, haha. I don’t think I’ve ever had better, actually. She’s really good at this thing-”
“Oh Rio.”
“Please, shut up.”
“Dear god.”
“I’m eating!”
The chorus of displeasing comments would normally make Agatha laugh, but her mind is stuck on the image of Abby having her way with Rio. Rio crying out a name that isn’t hers. Claiming that whatever Abby can do is better than what Agatha can like she hasn’t had the dark haired woman nearly in tears after coming so hard she’d fell through their kitchen table she’d been conveniently spread across. Did she need a reminder? Agatha didn’t mind heading a refresher course.
“Anyways, Alice, did you ever hear back from that record company?”
When dinner had wrapped, they’d found themselves in the living room spread out amongst the couch and the floor, wine glasses in hand and gossip falling from their lips like the leaves outside on the trees. Agatha tries to participate, but she finds it hard to notice anything besides the way Rio and Abby are cuddled together on the couch. Abby would whisper something into Rio’s ear and she’d blush and laugh and Agatha would clench her teeth a little tighter each time. She suffers through as long as she possibly can before she excuses herself down the hall and tucks herself away into one of the spare guest rooms. She takes a moment to breathe and clear her mind of any remaining animosity lingering behind. She wasn’t lying when she’d said she’d wanted to enjoy tonight. It is just hard to do so when a blinding rage takes precedence over everything else.
Her phone buzzes in her pocket and she’s quick to check the message as if it is a one way ticket out of here. When she sees Billy’s contact photo, she’s only mildly disappointed.
Incoming, he says and Agatha briefly wonders the connotation just before the door springs open to reveal the root of all evil standing smugly in the door frame.
“M’lady,” she says as she confidently strides into the room, her heels clicking with every step as she turns to take a seat on the bed, sprawling back on her elbows and moving her legs to cross at her knees. The slit of her dress reveals the expansive skin of her smooth legs and Agatha feels an ache in her belly. Her hands itch to touch.
“I know what you’re doing,” Agatha spats, turning around to close the door behind her so that any lingering ears could be eliminated. No other further intentions than that.
“I’m not doing anything,” Rio’s voice chimes up an octave, her perfectly trimmed brow raises and her tongue pokes against her cheek tauntingly. “But if I was, I’d ask, is it working?”
Agatha rolls her eyes and turns around to slowly walk towards the dark haired woman before her, “You're pathetic.”
There’s a throaty chuckle and Agatha tries to brace herself for what’s coming.
“I thought you preferred me that way,” Rio husks, her eyes dropping to take over Agatha’s body. “Your pathetic little slut, hmm?”
“Rio…” Agatha warns, her hands tucking into her pockets in an effort to keep her threatening feelings at bay. “You are treading on thin ice.”
“My favorite spot,” Rio says. “Right next to in between your legs, or on my knees. It's a toss up really.”
“Sit up,” Agatha demands and she tries not to moan at the way Rio obeys almost immediately. Agatha reaches out with her pointer finger to tuck it neatly under Rio’s chin, hooking the skin there and pulling the dark haired woman’s eyes up to her own. The smirk on Rio’s lips matches the glint in her eyes. “Are you really that needy that you had to go out and find someone to play the part of your new lover just to get my attention?”
Rio nods and Agatha swallows thickly.
“Oh honey,” Agatha says, her lips tightening as she shakes her head. “You’ve always had my attention.”
“I know,” Rio says firmly. “But you know as well as I do that you love this tension - this wanting. You love feeling the need to claim me. I just gave you a little push since you’ve wanted nothing to do with me for the past year.”
“Wrong,” Agatha cuts in. “I’ve only wanted you for the past year. Every day. Every hour. Every minute I’ve craved you. You didn’t come back.”
Rio sighs, “I was angry. I still am, but I need you to fuck me more than I need to be mad at you.”
Agatha groans softly, running her fingers down Rio’s throat antagonizing slow until she grasps her hand around the flesh there tightly. Rio gasps at the touch, “You could’ve just asked, sweetheart.”
Agatha drops to her knees and pulls Rio into a fiery kiss by the grip on her neck. Rio moans into it, bringing her hand up to grip around the wrist of the hand holding her throat in place, pushing it against her neck harder. Agatha kisses her with more force. Her lips moving languidly against Rio’s, teeth nipping, and tongue swiping against the swollen flesh. When they part, Agatha replaces her hand with her lips, sucking hard against the skin in the crevice of Rio's neck and shoulder. No doubt leaving a mark, but it crosses neither woman’s mind. When she pulls away again, a cold breeze settles on the wet skin and Rio shivers in response. Agatha chuckles, “So reactive…”
“What can I say, my body likes you…”
“Only me,” Agatha questions, a hint of humor to her tone in recollection of Rio’s earlier comment, but something else tinges below the surface and it sounds a lot like jealousy to Rio. “Or should I get Abby in here to take my place?”
Rio raises her brow in challenge, “If you don’t put that mouth to better use, I say bring her in and let her finish the job - show you how it’s done.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Agatha spits, their noses so dangerously close to nudging. Rio shutters at the feeling of Agatha’s breath hitting against her lips. “Me watching her ravish you.”
Rio’s moan says everything her lack of words don’t. She swallows thickly, her eyes darting back and forth between Agatha’s dark, lust filled blue ones and she quickly surges forward to capture the brunettes lips in a bruising kiss that knocks the air out of the lungs of both of them. Agatha brings a strong hand between them and places it soundly on Rio’s chest, pushing the raven haired girl back just enough to let her speak.
“Tell me something,” Agatha whispers against her lips, her other hand lingering on Rio’s bare knee as she traces her nimble fingers along the inside of her thigh. “Did you think about me?”
Agatha doesn’t have to give context. Rio knows. And she nods, “Every time.”
“That’s a good girl,” Agatha says before she leans back in to place an approving kiss against Rio’s swollen lips. It’s over as quick as it happens and Rio tries not to whine needingly though she knows Agatha would most likely eat it up. “Tell me about it.”
Rio blinks a few times before she registers what Agatha is asking of her. The pit in the bottom of her stomach deepens as she feels a finger hook into the waistband of her underwear beneath her dress as Agatha hikes it up around her waist and quickly tears through the thin fabric, discarding it onto the floor below and leaving her glistening, swollen center on full display. She then watches her ex lover slowly work her way down, throwing a leg over her shoulder and then she pauses, looking up at Rio expectantly.
“Well, I’m waiting.”
Rio licks her lips, eyes darting back into those big blue ones peering up at her hungrily as if she’d been starved for decades, “One time I had just gotten back to my room after a night out in Italy.”
“Mhmm,” Agatha hums, nodding up at the woman above her as she traces her nails along the soft skin of Rio’s exposed legs. Goosebumps appear in her wake and the brunette smiles softly to herself at the effect she still has on her ex lover. Rio ignores the knowing look on Agatha’s face and continue on with her story, her mind traveling somewhere else completely.
“I had a few drinks and I was definitely feeling the effect.”
“Go on,” Agatha whispers and the way her breath hits against Rio send a shiver up her spine as her legs clamp quickly around Agatha’s head and then jerk back out beyond her control. And then, Agatha moves forward slowly, nudging into her folds with her chin, coating it with Rio’s wetness as she hums approvingly.
“Oh,” comes the expectant response, her head falling back as she closes her eyes to concentrate a little harder. “And then I laid down to-to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Agatha licks a broad stripe through her folds and Rio’s legs jerk involuntarily around her head again. Agatha’s strong hands move to firmly hold them down in place.
“Fuck- And then I thought about you touching me. The way you made me feel… God you feel so good.”
Agatha slowly and tentatively begins to lap her tongue in between Rio’s folds, tasting her fully and sending raw moans toppling into Rio’s center unabashedly. Rio’s eyes snap back down to the woman between her legs and she herself groans at the sight of Agatha on her knees, eating her out as if she’d been waiting for this all night. She’s uncalculated and in a frenzy, seemingly losing herself in her complete and utter desire to have Rio falling apart around her tongue. Rio’s hands travel down to wrap themselves around Agatha’s long tresses, pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail as she continuously works against Rio’s core.
“I-I reached down into my underwear and I touched myself and - god - I was so wet. You make me so wet.”
The hum that Agatha releases in response vibrates against Rio’s core and a moan rips out from her throat violently. She swallows thickly, closes her eyes together forcefully and tries with all her might to get her bearings together.
“I pretended it was you filling me with your fingers. Stretching me out,” Rio moans. “I came so hard I saw stars.”
Agatha begins to suck at the sensitive nub and Rio grips at the hair in her hand tighter, pulling fiercely and earning a moan from the woman on her knees. She laps at her center with purpose, sucking at the bud and running her tongue over it relentlessly as Rio’s helpless cries fill the room. Her legs continuously jerk against Agatha’s hold and the heel of her stiletto digs deliciously into Agatha’s back. And when Agatha pulls away, Rio whimpers, but the brunette doesn’t give her much time to react any other way as she demands, “Flip over, on your knees.”
Rio eagerly does as she’s told with no hesitation. She settles herself down on her knees, dress still bunched around her waist and hands planted firmly in front of her to keep her grounded. Agatha slowly and teasingly stands up and begins to roll the sleeves of her white button up to her elbows, exposing not only her skin, but delicious veins that Rio can’t taking her eyes off of. She feels tremors from the pleasure she just got a taste of, but it’s in no comparison to the way her legs begin to jerk when Agatha begins to tease her entrance with two fingers. She feels herself clenching desperately, moving her hips backwards to try to rock herself onto Agatha’s digits, but the brunette just chuckles to herself, “So needy.”
Agatha tsk’s her tongue against her teeth and finally brings her fingers in between the glistening folds in front of her, collecting the wetness as she strokes back and forth.
“Please just fuck me Agatha,” Rio cries, unable to handle the anticipation any longer - feeling like she just might explode from the pent up frustration.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Agatha says as she forcefully slides two digits into Rio easily.
“Fuck” Rio exclaims, face falling down into the mattress as her arms give way form the shear feeling of finally starting to come undone. Agatha fills her from behind, her hips slapping loudly and firmly against Rio’s backside with every thrust from her fingers as she stretches her open.
“Did you imagine me like this,” Agatha pants, her fingers curling up into her and she keeps a steady rhythm. Rio’s at a loss for words, her mind unable to form any coherent thought let alone a sentence to speak outloud. But a quick, harsh slap against her left ass cheek brings her back to Earth.
“I asked you a question.”
“This is better,” Rio exclaims, pushing her hips back into Agatha’s thrusts, feeling the sting of the smack and using the adrenaline to chase her fast approaching high. “So much better, fuck!”
Agatha keeps pumping into Rio like she might die if she stops. Rio thinks she might. The way Agatha’s fingers - now three - feel inside of her is in no comparison to the way her own have felt for months now. She could try and pretend, but nothing would ever feel like this.
“You take me so well, baby,” Agatha says. “I want you to touch yourself. I want you to make yourself come on my fingers. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” Rio exclaims as she brings her fingers to her clit without hesitation, immediately finding a rhythm with Agatha’s thrusts. “Oh god. Oh god.”
“That’s it, baby,” Agatha aggs her on, her free hand reaching around Rio’s front and grasping at her neck once more, pulling her body off of the mattress and supporting her. It's all too much. Rio’s feeling her climax bubbling in her stomach and she’s got a slew of words toppling out her mouth at a rapid pace that is sure to be alerting anyone outside the room but she can’t bring herself to care about anything besides the way she’s been filled at this very moment.
“Oh I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” Rio chants like a mantra as she clamps down onto Agatha’s fingers, her rhythm against her clit becoming erratic. Agatha feels Rio dripping down onto her fingers, but she doesn’t slow her pace at all as she helps Rio ride out her finish comfortably. Rio’s legs are shaking uncontrollably, her breath coming out in ragged strokes as she falls forward to collapse against the mattress in defeat. Agatha lets her go, standing back to take in the view of a freshly fucked Rio turning over to look at her once more. She keeps eye contact with the woman as she brings her glistening fingers to her lips and licks them clean, moaning at the familiar taste.
“Was that what you’d hoped for, princess,” Agatha asks smugly, running a thumb under her bottom lip.
Rio rolls her eyes, “Oh fuck you. You-you do whatever that was and then you go back to being an asshole.”
“It’s my brand. I’d expect you to know that by now,” Agatha retorts as she walks over to the bed and extends her hands out to help Rio to her wobbly feet. “You might want to clean yourself up.”
“Gee thanks,” Rio says as she pulls down at the waist of her dress, straightening herself out as best she can.
“If it’s any consolation,” Agatha hums. “I think the freshly-fucked look is working for you. Maybe the best I've ever seen you look.”
Rio rolls her eyes, “Of course you’d think that. This is your handy work.”
“Are you complaining now,” Agatha asks.
“Only because I’ve got to go back out there looking like I’ve been ravished by a demon,” Rio responds, running a hand through her disheveled hair.
“Do you think Abby will be mad,” Agatha asks with mock worry in her tone to which Rio just slaps her against her shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up and fix me.”
They both try but it’s really no use in it. There’s a small tear along the slit of Rio’s dress and she’s got marks on her cheek from the pressure against the mattress as well as a purple vivid mark along her throat - to which she now curses Agatha for since her mind has unfogged. After about nine minutes of bickering and a minute of actual attempts to fix it, they decide to go out and face the music. When they both saunter out into the living room, they don’t have to look at anyone to notice the way their stares hold a heavier weight to them. Jen’s the most heavy because as soon as Agatha sits down, her phone dings with a text notification from the woman linking Agatha to a new bed set.
I expect this on my doorstep tomorrow.
Agatha chuckles to herself and adds it to her cart.